In front of his eyes were countless figures stained with pitch-black ancient blood, and under the young man's feet were overlapping bloody whirlpools. Countless strange and gorgeous pictures of the world, ancient times collapsing, stars destroyed, the words of the great sage who reached the sky.
, can command the life and death of thousands of people.
Li Tu felt as if his skull was about to explode, and those mottled and confusing pictures were destroying his spiritual world with all their strength.
"What on earth is this? How have I ever seen such a strange scene?"
Li Tu shouted half madly and half obsessed, his heart filled with horror.
Perhaps, the Yin Ling envoy's methods aroused the desire in his heart
Suddenly, his eyes were completely filled with something indescribable.
It was a terrifying palm covered with animal hair. It tore apart the heaven and earth, almost bursting the whole world. It strangled Li Tu fiercely.
Endless black shadows wrapped around the young man's body, and psychedelic things covered his soul.
"Child of prehistoric times, all of this is your own destiny. After so many eras have passed, you will finally usher in a new life."
Those bits and pieces of light and shadow were exceptionally soft, and countless compassionate eyes were watching Li Tu silently.
"Who are you?"
Young Li Tu suddenly felt very sad, as if his own life would cost countless people a huge price.
Like a great king waiting to return to his throne, thousands of hands are cheering and waving for him.
What is destiny?
It is a person's destiny from the day he is born. Even if he tries his best to resist, there is nothing he can do.
And the old enemy who belonged to his destiny was waiting for him quietly on the other side of the world at that moment.
…
…
"Hey, hey, wake up quickly. You're not dead, are you?"
There was an anxious and crisp cry, and Li Tu suddenly opened his pupils.
What came into view was a charming girl with long, jet-black hair coiled around her delicate and slender neck. A strand of messy hair in front of her forehead stubbornly rose up, adding a bit of coquettishness. Her figure was curvy.
ups and downs.
"Who are you?" Li Tu's eyes were full of alertness like a small animal.
The witch saint An Ruxiu looked at this vigilant and clean young man, and finally breathed out softly, patted her chest, and sighed, "Fortunately you are still alive. You haven't woken up. The breath in your body is extremely unstable. I almost died."
I thought I was a step too late. Fortunately you are alive, otherwise, everything would have been in vain."
The two people's eyes met, one side was as clear as water, the other side was as bright as flowers.
The young man has a tall and straight figure and a majestic figure. It is the moment when a young man grows into a man. He is a young man who has not been bent down by the responsibilities of the world and still has dreams.
The girl opposite her has a beautiful figure, and the charming look between her eyebrows and eyes is charming.
"We are traveling together."
Under the gentle sunshine, the girl from the witch tribe smiled as brightly as a flower.
At some point, the girl took Li Tu and Murong Lan away from the demonic holy mountain with dark clouds, rolling thunder, and an aura of oppression everywhere. Now this is the real world, the outside world of the Great Wall of Justice.
"Let's get to know each other. I'm An Ruxiu, the future Holy Son of the Wu Clan. Fate guides us and we are destined to work together. It doesn't matter if we are not familiar with each other now. Maybe in the not-too-distant future, you and I will fight side by side.
Let’s kill the enemy together.”
Looking at the palm stretched out by the girl, Li Tu was stunned for a moment, then raised his arm and gently touched the palm.
"Long time no see." He said softly in his heart.
It was as if a long time ago, he had a girl's face in his memory.
The two of them once conquered the world together and ascended to the throne of the Wu clan together.
Under their feet, all ministers are tame!
"What are you doing? Who are you?" Murong Lan woke up and was not surprised to find that she was intact now.
Finally, she believed in her own hexagram again and couldn't help but sigh at the mystery of heaven.
However, those who rely on Tianji will one day be killed by Tianji!
This is fate!
"I am the saint of the witch clan. I saved you, Master Tianji of the Taoist clan. Maybe you and the holy son of my clan are partners. I hope you can help him regain the throne of God."
Facing an outsider who was not Li Tu, An Ruxiu's expression became calm and calm, without any fluctuations.
"Okay, I'll go with the flow anyway." Murong Lan pouted and said nonchalantly.
…
The barbarian golden tent, the barbaric skull-like throne, the huge armor, the man sitting in the smoke, the gold-like luxurious utensils, all reveal the barbaric atmosphere, and the gorgeously dressed barbarian girls, their delicate waists are full of excess.
One grip.
The wind stopped, and gradually the fog filled the air, covering all the blood.
Ten men riding tall horses, all covered in armor, made no sound. Apart from the majesty of the unparalleled king, only the cold blood-evil aura remained.
The young scouts and women looked up at the ten kings of the barbarians, and they all felt timid.
These horses have smooth black satin-like hair, are powerful, with thunder and lightning spewing from their nostrils, and their heads are covered with skull-like iron armor. These are Pegasus horses with the blood of the sacred witch barbarian. Pegasus with such blood can even
The divine dragon that killed the Sea of Stars was as powerful as the dragon clan.
However, they had explosive tempers, but were tamed by the ten kings.
Ta-ta-ta!
There was a heavy sound of horse hoofbeats, and an even more majestic Pegasus came flying forward, its owner shrouded in smoke.
The owner of the horse has an aura of overlord that cannot be matched by ten kings. He is an upright overlord, arrogant, invincible, and the king of the entire world. No one can disobey the majesty of the overlord.
The barbarian king who sat on it was as majestic as a god descending from heaven.
He said arrogantly:
"Why fear a battle!"
"The storm is always there!" The kings responded in a low voice, and a raging storm of flames instantly covered everything.
This is the war horn of the Wubarbar tribe, which symbolizes the determination and courage of the warriors and their perseverance.
"Overlord, according to the news from the saint of our clan, she has found the Holy Son. As long as the two of them join forces, their long-cherished wish and great cause for many years can be successful." The Shadow Barbarian King said, he
Holding the saddle and blending into the shadows, it is easy to ignore him.
Although he is the most inconspicuous among the ten barbarian kings, no one dares to ignore him. Moreover, he strikes like thunder and kills the king with the viciousness of a night killer. The hidden power of his frail body makes people feel heart-stopping.
of energy.
The great monarch has a calm face and has the majesty of a human emperor.
He was once the overlord of the North Sea, and now he is the master of this land, respected and worshiped by thousands of people.
"So what if the saint admits it? If I don't admit it, everything will be in vain." The overlord, who was the enemy of thousands of people, said harsh words.
"Yes, the Wu Barbarians have been retired for many years and have long lost their reputation. Everything has been buried in the depths of time. If we want the world to remember the strictness of the Wu Barbarians' rule again, then we can only burn iron and fire again.
Those humans and monsters will slowly recall it in their bloodline memories." The Fire Barbarian King roared.
The overlord's eyes were calm. He took the lead and stood alone on the top of the steep mountain, shrouded in the night.
The overlord stared at the Great Wall of Justice outside the mountain top, as if he wanted to see the world of the human race, where doors are closed and doors are closed, buildings are connected, fairy boats are everywhere, all kinds of luxurious brocades and silks, dreams are broken across the nine states, love and hate are long, and fetters
Gua Ge, where there is laughter and laughter, there is the center of the world.
Every king in the world wants to rule there.
"The human race has lost its deer, and the whole world will chase it away." The monarch dropped these words with unclear meaning.
The ten kings behind him stood safely.
If the king is a lion, then the king is the lion king, who rules everything and commands the world.
It seems like he is out of tune with the world.
This is the world of kings and overlords. No one knows what they are thinking. Their thoughts are unpredictable. It may be the dynasty and the country, or it may be the tears of youth.
…
A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, the moon is like a hook, and the smoke is like fire.
This is the ups and downs of chaos in the world.
Coming,
Things are up and down.
No matter how many years pass by, no matter how magnificent the empire is, it cannot compete with the ups and downs of the world, and no matter how glorious the lintel is, it cannot withstand the erosion of time.
The wind blows and the fog disperses.
An ordinary young man carries a death knife on his back and silently climbs towards the top of the mountain.
The overlords and kings silently stared at the simple boy with their aloof eyes, as he struggled.
That is the king, that is the overlord.
Beside the young man were two women.
Among them was an exquisite girl wearing a tattered robe, her face hidden in the mysterious smoke, and her dark eyebrows like green mountains.
The other one is naturally the Holy Lady. She is wrapped in a brocade-like attire and is a god worshiped by the people of the Wu clan.
This is a big event.
It is related to the life and death of the Wu clan.
Ever since the young man's figure arrived here, there was a deathly silence on the top of the mountain.
Giggle, a burst of charming and delicate laughter suddenly sounded, breaking the solemn and ancient atmosphere.
This is the demon king among the ten kings, and she is the only woman.
She was wearing a splendid red robe, with a slender waist and pink legs. She covered her seductive lips and smiled coquettishly, as if she were stunningly beautiful.
The smooth shoulders of the savage girl are slightly illuminated by a pink halo, and she is shrouded in gorgeous attire, giving people a sense of luxurious beauty.
"What a handsome human boy. He is so handsome. After seeing him, the slave family actually believed the records in the storybook about the beauty of the prime minister in white clothes. No one knows how many monsters he will enchant with his arrival.
As for the pretty girl, if His Royal Highness the Holy Son comes to the slave family’s tent, those charming witches will be obsessed with him.”
The Fire Man King, who had the most explosive temper, said bluntly, "This, this is not in line with the rules and etiquette of the Wu Clan at all! It makes no sense at all. How can a young man take on a big responsibility without the blood of the Wu Man Clan?"
"Are we going to have to kneel down and worship a human being in the future? It turns out that God's instructions are so stupid. In this case, we might as well not obey them?" Another king mocked slightly, "What if I can become a witch in the future?
The world still has to be ridiculed by the people of the world, kneeling a human being as a witch god, what kind of decency is this?"
"Shut up, don't underestimate anyone." The overlord's eyes were still cold and indifferent, and no one could guess what he was thinking in his heart.
"No matter what, this is our last witch god."
Hearing what the overlord said, the ten kings had different expressions. Some were secretly happy, some were filled with admiration, some were depressed, and some were resentful and vicious.
The young man climbed to the top of the mountain and stared straight at the king and overlord sitting on top of him with his dark eyes.
Even from this angle, the overlord is looking down at the young man.
It was also on this night that the great king who rose from a mountain of corpses to become the overlord of the barbarians with a horse-breeding slave met the destined young man.
The young warrior looked at the overlord calmly, his dark eyes unfathomable, as calm as an ancient pool.
"We don't want the Holy Son to show off to him as soon as he comes. Is this how you barbarians treat guests? Your Majesty, still remember the sacrifices we once performed under the watchful eye of the God of the Witch Clan, and we made a promise that we will never break in our lifetime.
The covenant? What are you doing?" An Ru said clearly and gracefully, with a somewhat unhappy look on her face.
The Overlord pondered for a long time, and finally spoke slowly. His voice was like a loud bell, and his majesty was like a lion on the grassland.
"Even if you pass the test, it doesn't mean that he can fall into my eyes. Take my sword, and we can respect you as the Holy Son. Otherwise, you are just a human coward. Go back to your gentleness."
Xiang, this is a place where only brave men and warriors can come, you are not worthy."
This kind of unkind words directly angered An Ruxiu. She flew into a rage and looked like a little lion in her eyes.
"You, you bullshit kings, are arrogant and don't keep any promises. How do you want me to trust you again?" The saint was extremely angry and felt that things were bad.
The young man was not too concerned about the identity of the Holy Son of the Witch Clan. If he hadn't been deceived, he wouldn't have come here.
But what’s going on with making things difficult now!?
This will drive the young man away.
Although Saint An Ruxiu secretly wanted to see if Li Tu had this ability, at this juncture, people would really leave.
This is forcing him into a desperate situation.
How strong is the Great Lord? It is said that even the mighty Ancient Demon Lord dare not. Who in the world can catch his sword?
Anyway, that is definitely not something that today’s teenagers can resist!
But the kings among the ten kings just sneered silently without saying a word, as if they were watching a clown playing.
Even the charming and enchanting girl was looking at Li Tu with a half-smile, her eyes as clear as water and full of meaning.
Among the barbarians, martial arts are born. Every barbarian believes in force. The weak ones can only kneel down and surrender.
Seeing that the young man was still silent, bursts of cold and harsh laughter suddenly sounded.
Even Murong Lan was a little angry. She thought to herself, these Wu Barbarians are really bullying people. Li Tu and I don't really want to be your guests. How can we make things difficult and ridicule people like this?
The young man's dark eyes were like a deep spring under the moon. Suddenly, he looked at the kings, smiled, and agreed:
"Okay, but a sword is an insult to the dignity of a warrior. I choose to challenge the king, life or death, is that okay?"
A calm voice sounded from Li Tu's mouth.
However, these words made the proud kings feel particularly frightened.
If they heard correctly, this determined young man from the lower world seemed to be challenging the majesty of a generation of barbarian overlords.
After the Maharaja's uprising, it took two hundred and forty years. From a horse-breeding slave to a man with nothing, he swept across the North Sea, unified the desolate grasslands, and brought order to the chaotic Wu barbarians. The reason why
He was able to do all this because he stepped on the mountains of corpses of countless people to ascend to the position of overlord.
In two hundred and forty years of gunfire, countless humans who tried to challenge the majesty of the overlord died.
Now, a young man wants to challenge the throne.
What a wishful thinking!
The harsh laughter sounded louder and louder, seeming to be mocking the young man's overestimation of his own abilities, and lamenting that the young man was really lacking in confidence and cunning enough. A few words from others could stimulate his extremely pitiful and humble self-esteem.
"What is he talking about? Is he here to be funny?"
"Your courage is commendable. Your Majesty has not faced such a challenge for a long time. Unfortunately, it is just a lion fighting a rabbit, and there is no need to waste breath at all."
"Look at his small body. I can completely tear him to pieces with one punch. Who can't talk big words? Anyone can be brave, but absolute eternal power is not so easy to obtain."
"He is overestimating his abilities. I hope the king can forgive him. When the boy slowly grows up, he will become a powerful and brave warrior."
…
Facing the noisy voice of the king, Li Tu remained unmoved.
Murong Lan knew that Li Tu had made up his mind at this moment.
The witch opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She sighed and could only let the farce continue. She looked at Yue Rugou in the distance with empty eyes, and suddenly she didn't know what brought Li Tu here.
The choice is right or wrong.
The barbarian overlord was also angered by the human boy's arrogant words. He opened his murderous pupils and stared at Li Tu with profound meaning.
"Since you choose to die, then come."
This is a fateful encounter.
An ordinary boy from the mortal world drew out his death knife, and facing him was an unparalleled overlord.
"kill!"
Li Tu jumped like a lion, regardless of all this, and seemed to have the bravery and tyranny of a lion.
"What a similar look in the eyes. It's really similar to what I had back then!"
This battle was recorded in the history of the Wu Barbarians. Years later, it is still passed down by countless people. This is a heroic epic.
It was also from the moment when the young man raised his sword and swung it at the overlord that the real prelude to the troubled times completely began. The violent and boiling ancient darkness revived, and they will once again rule the world!
No one knew that these two parties would have a fateful showdown fifty years later.
The young warrior will eventually rule the world.
The chaotic lights and shadows of swords, the violent momentum, the reckless bravery, the fragile body, and the powerful power of the witch ancestors.
The moment Li Tu picked up the sword, he was slowly resurrecting. The peerless power in his eyes could shock the world, and he gradually revealed his ferocious fangs to the world.
The fighting begins!
…
"This is the aura of a king, enough to rival the gods. Even the former God of War cannot overdo it. We were all wrong. He is a true brave." The most arrogant and arrogant Fire Man King No.
He lowered his head once, his eyes calm and indifferent.
"Yes." Every king spared no effort to praise.
"But he is about to die. Should we stop him? How lonely it would be for such a handsome young man to die alone in the Sinister Mountain." The savage woman said somewhat unbearably.
"What else can anyone do? When the God of War lifts the sword, no one can stop him unless he kills the enemy. If you take the sword from his hand now, he will cut off his only spirit and he will die.
"The oldest Mu Wuman, the king who has witnessed countless storms, said very wisely, "From the moment the young martial god raised his sword, no one can stop him."
All the kings were silent, a trace of regret slowly creeping into their hearts.
The Holy Maiden of the Witch Clan cursed angrily, "Are you all feeling better now, huh? Still don't believe my vision? You feel very sad now, but unfortunately, what is doomed is irreversible."
Everyone has their own way of living.
Some people are born to be kings, while others are born to be in the mud. This is a desperate and unbreakable fate!
Unless you choose to go against the destiny here!
…
Dong-dong-dong, the clanging sound of swords shook people's hearts. The young Martial God was covered in scars, and his eyes slowly turned deathly gray.
At the last moment when dark clouds enveloped the bloody waning moon, Li Tu wielded the most powerful sword in his life. That sword shocked the world.
The young warrior god finally gave out his strength and fell to the ground.
An Ruxiu let out a clear cry, "Hurry up, witch doctor, witch doctor!"
Murong Lan quickly calculated the hexagram. She patted her heaving chest and sighed, "Fortunately, the hexagram indicates peace and joy. Li Tu, you must not die. You will become a famous young martial god in the world!"
"
The overlord of the barbarians in the world silently stroked a bloody mark on his face, which was as sharp as an axe.
In the last blow of the young man's sword, he actually wielded the spirit of a god of war and forcibly injured him as the overlord.
All the kings looked at the blood stain and were silent, not daring to speak out.
The young man's tenacity and spirit were like a warrior who would never die in a hundred battles, making their faces ring with a crisp sound.
"Yes, from now on, he is the holy son of my Wubarian clan. He will be worshiped by the people and respected by the king. If anyone dares to disobey, if anyone dares to offend his superiors, please ask me about the sword in my hand first."
The overlord wore a wide robe and wide sleeves, and a dark coat draped behind him.
The overlord's words calmed down the restless barbarian blood in his body. He rode his handsome horse king and walked down the mountain alone.
…
"Cough cough cough." Li Tu, who was weak in blood, saw a young doctor looking at him in panic.
The girl's eyes were very soft, like a lonely little beast, which was endearing.
"He's awake. This young man is awake. He is really a monster. He was so seriously injured and yet he can still wake up. This young man's spirit is probably comparable to that of the Maharaja." The girl doctor said in surprise.
"Yes, Xiaoman, this young warrior even engaged in a life-and-death duel with the king. His courage can only be matched by the ancient barbarian god of war." The enchanting barbarian woman stood aside and watched.
Said with a smile.
Xiao Man was taken aback and covered his lips in disbelief, "Hey, he had a duel with the Great Lord? Did that also cause his injuries? What a madman!"
"Yes, our ten kings have all made a mistake. Who knew that his body actually contains such a huge amount of energy? No one can underestimate him."
"Who are you? Am I still alive?"
"Lord Holy Son, I am a doctor of the Wuman tribe. I will be by your side often from now on. Your body is seriously injured. I must take care of you at all times." Xiaoman is serious and respectful.
He said with a pious look on his face.
Perhaps, this is the belief of Wuman.
This group of people lived in the desolate and cold land of the North Sea, which created their strong character, even the women are not as good as others.
"Okay." Li Tu nodded, stood up and bowed to another beautiful woman, "Your Majesty."
"The Holy Son is too polite. I hope that the Holy Son will not complain about the Nu family. It was not that the Nu family didn't offer any words to persuade him, but that the King's will cannot be disobeyed. He is an uncompromising existence in the Golden Tent." The enchanting woman said delicately.
This woman, who is wearing a rich costume and her delicate body is wrapped in a ball of brocade, has eyes that are full and hot, and her emotions are as hot as fire, as if she will completely melt you.
"It doesn't matter, this is my own business. By the way, where are my companions?" Li Tu then asked in a low voice.
"Follow me, Holy Son, I will lead you there." Xiaoman said jumping up and down, "They are waiting impatiently, for fear that you will not wake up like this."
Following the young doctor to a luxurious gold tent, Li Tu saw the girl in Taoist robes who was holding an ancient scroll and studying silently. After so many days of rest, her complexion was rosy, less wandering and more aloof.
These beautiful and touching feelings are like the beautiful ladies in a fairy scroll, solemn and holy.
Her hair was particularly smooth and soft in the candlelight.
Beside Murong Lan, two witch maids with ordinary faces knelt down and worshiped.
"Hey." Li Tu shouted softly.
After hearing the familiar voice, Murong Lan's pretty face was filled with joy, and she jumped into Li Tu's arms.
The girl's elegant and delicate fragrance is refreshing and smells particularly good.
"You finally woke up. Li Tu, after so many days, I was almost dying of anxiety. If it weren't for the hexagram showing that you would survive, I would have planned to go to the Holy Land of the Human Race to ask some medical saints to help you."
The girl complained in a low voice, like complaining and complaining, crying and admiring.
"I'm going to be crushed to death by you." Li Tu panted.
Murong Lan let go of Li Tu, looked at the pale face of the young man in front of her suspiciously, and suddenly laughed loudly and said, "After being injured, you have become so weak. Li Tu, after this lesson, I think
Do you still dare to show off your strength in the future?"
"I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore." Li Tu waved his hands quickly, with a bitter look on his face, and said the most anxious thing in his heart.
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"It's been half a year, hey." As Li Tu's companion, Murong Lan naturally knew what this young man was shouldering and what he was worried about in his heart.
"Has it been half a year? It's not too late. I want to go to the Holy Mountain of the Monster Clan. I want to find the sky coffin and resurrect Lin Xingxuan." Li Tu said with determination.
He is such a person, as long as he believes in something, he will die without regrets!
Murong Lan's eyes were filled with tears and she said angrily, "You don't want your life. You are just hanging on for a breath now. You might have had some chances in your heyday, but if you go to Yaoshan alone now, you will really
You died miserably and miserably, and no one even collected your corpse. That would be the real despair."
Li Tu was speechless and silent for a while.
yes.
He will die!
What is death? It is a hand that can no longer be held, a desolate eternal farewell, and the confusion between life and death!
"But I can't let go, my heart will never be at peace." Li Tu raised his head and said, his indifferent eyes moving, reflecting the warm firelight.
Xiaoman didn't know what the Holy Son was doing with his companions, or what important matters of life and death were. It was too obscure and difficult for a simple young girl to understand.
The only thing this little doctor could understand was the blazing emotion in the eyes of the Holy Son, as if he wanted to burn the world. It was as firm as a god of war.
"Hey, you are just a stupid young man. We can choose someone else." Murong Lan said in a tone that said he hated iron but not steel, "Have you forgotten? You are now the Holy Son of the Wu Clan.
He is a big man who can command the heroes of his side. As long as you have troubles in your heart, everyone in the Wu Barbarian tribe can help you. Even the arrogant and domineering king will consider your matter."
"You think so? Doctor Xiaoman." The girl in Taoist robes looked at her with a smile.
"Yes!" Xiaoman said loudly and cutely.
"Then... okay, that's it." Li Tu nodded hesitantly.
He is more willing to believe in the power of his own hands than others.
The majestic golden tent of the barbarians is where the king and the saint are. At this time, a grand banquet like flowing clouds is being held, and the dazzling and beautiful barbarian women are swaying like thousands of people.
Thousands of flowers are blooming, and every glance and smile is full of charming and charming style.
Many people were present in costumes, and every elder of the Wu clan laughed heartily.
This seems to be a prosperous age that Wuman has not seen in thousands of years!
"Lord Holy Son, is our hospitality okay? Why do you always look so gloomy?" The Maharaja said with an emotional voice and a hearty laugh while holding the beauty on his left and right.
"This grand banquet is prepared just for you. In order to celebrate your awakening, we will shout out the coming of God's will."
Li Tu smiled bitterly and said with some restraint, "Your Majesty, I am very happy, but also very scared. This event is so great. I am afraid that my name as the Holy Son is not worthy of the name."
The boy is really not suitable for such a grand welcome occasion. He is incompatible with it. He likes to sit alone quietly, just like an unruly lone wolf and an ancient god of war!
On the contrary, Murong Lan, who was wearing a gorgeous barbarian animal dress, raised a glass and drank with a group of pretty witch girls. Her face was rosy, her brown eyes were particularly crystal clear, and she was full of peach blossom-like charm, which made many barbarians drink.
The samurai's heart is agitated.
She was very relaxed and even danced gracefully, seeming to have forgotten the important matter she had discussed with Li Tu.
"Sure enough, I just can't trust her." Li Tu looked at the sensual Murong Lan speechlessly, a little disappointed.
The elders of the barbarian tribe all wanted to come and toast him, the holy son of the witch tribe, to show their respect.
Faced with such flattering words, Li Tu was overwhelmed and had no choice but to drink.
On the other hand, the saint An Ruxiu silently watched the bewildered girl in the dark with worry, and sometimes she would cover her lips and smile softly.
"I didn't expect that such a person would be noticed by the Witch Ancestor. Of course, it can only be such a person." She said something meaningful.
"Well, Your Majesty, I have something that I need help from the Wu Barbarians. This is why I chose to become the Holy Son in the first place." Li Tu found an opportunity to finally reveal his difficulties.
"Holy Son, it doesn't matter. In fact, I have long seen that the Holy Son is a little uneasy, and he must be hiding something in his heart." The monarch said tacitly, "If the Holy Son has any problems, you can tell me, and we, the Wu Barbarians, will definitely support you."
Try your best to complete it.”
Li Tu sighed, "I want to lead the ten barbarians to attack the demon mountain. If possible, kill the ancient demon lord and steal its mysterious sky coffin with the power of resurrection..."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked!
Everyone heard the murderous intention from Li Tu's mouth.
What arrogant words this is!
The demon clan is powerful and known to the whole world!
However, to challenge their clan at such a critical juncture requires great determination and courage, but it is definitely not something that a Holy Son can give orders to!
The Maharaja's teasing expression was slightly stiff, and he said helplessly, "Holy Son, do you know what you are talking about?"
"Yes, that's it. Don't be timid, don't be shocked by what I said. This is not a fantasy. If we want to dominate the ancient world, we will definitely have a fierce battle with the demon clan. In this case, why should we be timid?
Where is the shrinking one? I know that the barbarians admire the spirit of bloody martial arts that destroys the heaven and earth." Li Tu's voice was sonorous and powerful, and his words were clear and round.
It seems that although the distant sound of the piano is old, its sound is eternal.
"Don't all the kings, warriors, and overlords here have ambitions in their hearts? Why are you retreating here? Looking from this sinister mountain, to the north is the land of the demon clan, and to the south is the prosperous age of the human race. If there is someone who dominates the world
Ambition, if you have ever had the dynasty and empire of Wuman in your dreams, you should know one thing, time waits for no one!"
"Time is very precious! If no one is willing, then the spirit of blood and bravery will be worn away. How can we openly say that we will never be ashamed of the blood of the brave ancestors?"
After Li Tu finished speaking, he drank all the wine in the glass and smashed the glass to the ground.
The entire audience was silent as Li Tu roared, as if the words aroused the heroic blood of their clan!
"The prehistoric period is great, but the years are ruthless, and we will eventually pass away irrevocably. In this case, why not fight and die? Holy Son, your powerful words have indeed aroused my ambition and ambition. Look,
What am I doing now? Indulging in wine and sex, my ambition has been flattened long ago!"
"Time is very limited, and I don't know when I will lose my head, so why not be a little more reckless? First conquer the demon clan, then dominate the human race, and finally dominate the wilderness. Isn't this my long-cherished wish and the great cause I determined to accomplish when I was young?
These words are really shocking. How could I do this?" The Maharaja broke the wine glass.
All the kings did this one after another.
"Okay, in the near future, the army of Wuman and Barbarians. We have prepared the military peak for so many days. It is time for our old enemy, the Monster Tribe, to take a look. The bravery of our Wuman and Barbarians is engraved in our bones and integrated into our blood.
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"I relied on the long sword and crazy blood to become the overlord of the North Sea! How could I live in depression for a long time? Kill! Destroy the demon clan!" The monarch drew out the long sword and roared.
Countless wolf-like barbarians also drew their swords one after another, and the bloody clanging sound shook the world.
"The old history has come to an end, this will be a new era!"
An Ruxiu silently looked at the young man standing in the center of the fire, surrounded by wolves, and said silently, "This is what the Holy Son should look like."
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One hundred and ten thousand barbarian cavalry slowly advanced into the legendary forbidden land of Monster Mountain, driving straight in like a flaming blade, destroying everything.
Countless demon clansmen who were sleeping and recuperating felt the shock of the earth. The sound of Shen Xiong's horse hoofs seemed to come from outside the sky. The sound of biting ice cold, and the feeling of fear deep in the blood suddenly arose.
This is the breath of Wuman!
This clan has been at odds with the demon clan for countless epochs!
One hundred and ten thousand cavalry, led by the two barbarian kings, were invincible. Wherever the blade pointed, everything turned into powder.
Those huge and terrifying monsters were hunted to death while they were still sleeping.
Faced with such an attack, countless demon kings felt it and became thunderous and furious, but there was nothing they could do.
The demon tribe, the holy mountain, the ancient blood pool of ten thousand burials.
The body of the ancient demon lord is buried deep in the blood pool, absorbing the majestic power of blood from all sides of the world. Dozens of demon kings stand indifferently, like one cold and motionless sculpture after another.
A demon king with a dragon face and a tiger body said in disbelief, "The Holy Mountain is suffering an unprecedented impact. Countless barbarian cavalry regiments have turned into an arrogant black tide, rushing in here with all their strength.
The bloodline of the God of War is being revived, and the blood of the brave will eventually defeat the souls of the dead!"
"Quickly call the sleeping big demon and go to meet the enemy. The Wu Barbarians are evil this time and have almost mobilized the entire clan. The overlord who dominates the North Sea has finally revealed his wolf ambition. He wants to take down the demon clan.
, destroy mankind and achieve a period of immortality!" The cold voice of the ancient demon lord came from the depths of the blood pool.
"We must not let this happen." A terrifying headless demon corpse clenched its fists tightly, "Only the demon clan and the human race can compete for the fate of the ancient world, and the witch barbarians are not quite worthy!"
"yes!"
Faced with the violent impact of the black tide, the bloodthirsty demon tribe quickly organized powerful counterattacks one after another.
However, as the overlord of the ancient times, the Great Lord must do what he says. He led the most elite Red Armor Heavenly Cavalry of the Wu Barbarians, who are closest to the power of God. They were ready to go. They wanted to escape from a difficult and dangerous place like a divine soldier.
Like a drop from the sky, it shattered the demon tribe’s holy mountain to pieces!
The overlord of troubled times finally wields his sword!